Today I mourned the loss of Brad Renfro.

Today I found out that Jonathan Brandis died in 2003 and I was completely unaware!

Today I bought a pen for $3 that has a radio in it. True story.

Today I… DID manage to catch the postman, who brought a nice pair of wedges to me. I’m now attempting to walk in them, stomping around the flat in tracksuit pants and heels.

Today I… am still sick. Boo!

Glad you found your wallet

Imagine a pie (of any flavor).

Someone asks you, “How much of that pie is left?” And you say, “Well, there are 3 out of 9 pieces left. So, there’s about 33% of that pie left.” This is a rational number. It’s something you can pin down and know what it’s going to do. (Either be an ending decimal or a regularly repeating decimal)

If they then say “Well, I see how many pieces are left, but what about all the crumbs and pieces of crust that got stuck to the sides?” Instead of saying “That’s stupid,” you might want to say, “Well, there are a more than 3 pieces left of 9, but I’m not sure how much.” While mathematically you can find that exact number, it’s not going to be very pretty. You won’t be able to make it into a faction, and it’s decimal will be all over the place, never repeating or ending. You have no idea what it’s going to do, so it’s irrational.

…spent an hour making a dinner that I in turn ruined because I left it in the oven too long.

…went for a jog down the street with my dog.

…felt down about a lot of stuff.